Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.